Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.